I feel like my life isn't even real right now. Like, honest to goodness, I don't even know anything anymore. We lost another dog today. It was my big old beautiful messy girl, Natasha (aka Nappy).
She was with us for 8 or 9 years; I remember the first time I met her. My friend (Natasha's rescuer) had brought her in to PetSmart to get help shaving her down. I was a dog bather there at the time, so I basically watched / helped hold her on the table. She was so matted that you couldn't pull an ear away from her head, or find her eyes. Bugs were crawling out of the ridiculous huge single matt that covered her body. Despite her obvious discomfort, she was the most gentle giant. I fell in love with her instantly, but it wasn't until a year or two later that she came to live with me.
She was always the sweetest girl, but she had tons of chronic health problems. As my friend who rescued her put it, she was "a puppy mill genetic nightmare." Honestly, I spent more money than I had over the years trying to keep her groomed, medicating chronic ear and eye infections, paying for arthritis meds so she wouldn't be in pain, and even having surgery for hip dysplasia. She was a ton of work, but I loved her and did the best I could.
Her most recent battle with eye infection was looking really good just a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, us cleaning and medicating her eyes at the maintenance dose stopped cutting it. They looked horrible over the weekend; worse than I'd ever seen them. Last night, she wouldn't eat a treat, which is a big red flag because that girl loved her food. When Shaun tried to feed her this morning her mouth dripped blood into her bowl and she was wavering when she stood. That was basically our last straw. She felt too bad, and had felt so bad off and on throughout her life that we just didn't want to put her through this anymore. She looked done, and so we let her be.
I worry that we should have done this a long time ago; hell, I'm still questioning if it was the right thing to have done it today. But it is hard to watch someone you love suffer. So, I'm not ok. I'm upset. I'm sad and I'm angry. I wasn't ready for this, but it wasn't about me. We've now lost 4 of 6 dogs in 2 years. I always thought I'd not want to exist without my dogs and currently that is accurate.
If I disappear for a while I apologize, but I was still struggling to be ok before this. I have finals coming up and I've gotta find the energy to care about that. So I love you and I hope your lives are going ok. Catch you when I can, I guess. ❤